True love is two souls as one
The last piece of a jigsaw complete
Two sharing a heart beat
Two minds together
Strong and secure
Wanting each other
More and more


Between the two souls
The chemistry has to be
Completely right
Loving and Caring for each other
Day and night
until eternity
An infinite delight!

True love!

the world; an elaborate painting.
brushed,
      the white
limbs tangled in a blue sky;
the green
locks of hair in dirt.

the rust of old roof, flaked
deliberately;
every second existing
perfectly,
  purposefully
  

a birdsong on time.

the sunlight, itself crafted;
shaped,
but itself shaping
the shadows below,
reflections above;

tinkered with and tinkering with
    obsessed over and obsessing over,
endlessly and endlessly.

the world; extrapolated
         within
the boundaries of a chain link fence,

swaddles bones
in muscle, and muscle
     in skin,
and skin, with

the world,

I know that he still misses her;
I see it in his eyes;
The girl he met so long ago
That made him feel alive.
I can tell he sometimes thinks of her,
I shouldn't be surprised,
She's younger, more carefree than me;
She yearns him in her eyes.
I know he sometimes misses her, she was desperate to be held;
Why would he not want her still?
She was in under his spell.
But can he not look deeper
And see her hidden scars;
Her need to please him all the time
Was bruising her own heart.
Maybe soon he'll understand
Why it could never last,
And love like that is too extreme;
Its why she's in the past.
I'm here right now, in front of him,
This love will always last,
But I know that he still misses
The old me from the past.

Heather Lea

Know the magic
Even now
Enjoy it and Welcome its return
It is always with you but you sent it away
The pause did that,not you
Open yourself up right now when we don’t know where we are going to
Happily we are here to be going
So many have been lost
So many have made their way back
They have changed but so grateful
We will rise up just like my beloved NYC
We will be better people and a True United States
Can you feel it?

C@rainbowchaser2020

To fall in love with writing
is to fall deep into an endless cavity.
Ready your stance for your emotions to be barked,
for your fears to be actualised,
for your dreams to be ignited.
Words serve a purpose to grasp the blind hearts roaming this wide escapade of awakeness.